I’m impressed with the way that you’re dressed.
You flamboyantly wear that vermilion crest.
Your neat conical fez, while it points to a peak,
is just challenged in greatness by only your beak.
And although you display with your red, mohawked hair
that concerning conformity you do not care,
that in spite of rebellion displayed in your flare,
you’re surprisingly regal in suit that you wear.
In a charcoal tuxedo, nay, ebony black,
how it glistens like satin down curvaceous back.
Let it be ever stated, however absurd
that I envy the fashion of wood pecking birds.

-published summer 2018 edition of Great Northern News